They say:

About me:

''I've been told that only writers can write literature. I've seen we can all write literature. I've managed to put on paper everything I couldn't say out loud. I'll never be stopped from writing even if what I say seems to be wrong.''

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The inside out. #2018

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The shore was still there, buried inside my hidden dreams, unwilling to come up to the surface. It’s been so long since I haven’t dreamed of it that it would almost extinct. It was my deepest and guiding wish but I made a memory of it instead of pushing it’s realization. I did not forget about it. The perseverance was gone for a while.

I woke up thinking of it today. Who have I become. Reality caught too much space in my life and I let the dream go. Foolishness.

The shore was my life and the only thing keeping me alive. Alive by the full meaning of the word. That shall resurrect me. How can I end up on that shore if that is not the goal?

How do we get intimidated by small things and forget about the major goal? I don’t get fascinated by this side of humans. We get caught up in situations, place ourselves with the mass, fill our time with superficial habits and become mediocre. We become average and the sum of our being is kept captive by tolerable days and decisions. The sad thing is not realizing it on time.

What is the right time though? It’s now. It’s that one morning when you wake up and remember the exceptional thing you wanted to be.

Let’s bring up to the surface the shore, the goals, persuasion and excellence. After one year, let’s make it all about the first days, the shivering beginning, the kisses, the long nights, the one and only goal. The shore.